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"Oh"
How delightfully happy,
Soft skin pumping,
Blood boiling,
And in his uncommon habitat.
She smiled,
Smirked, rather, just to please him,
And she could go,
She could leave,
But the darkness would have echoed past and forward,
And she stayed, captured in cold.
But it wasn't enough to go on,
And her lungs powdered each other,
She breathed him in,
The New Cancer, the pot, Misty Ocean candles and peppermint tea,
His tattoos burned the pictures into her eyes,
The cat, sweet as always, the tree, hiding from the rest of the world.
She licked her lips and yawned,
"This is paradise", she thought,
Her brain forcefully conjured ideas like that one everyday,
He rolled over and said it once again, same as he always did, though, she wished he didn't, since she was - "I'm killing your innocence", he said,
"Oh"
